I ran a 10k in CT today. Pre race convo with Brett: -If all goes well, I could maybe break 55, but

I ran a 10k in CT today.

Pre race convo with Brett:
-If all goes well, I could maybe break 55, but I’ll probably be closer to 60.
-If I’m not back by 65, start to worry.
-If I’m not back by 70, something is wrong, come get me.

Starting line thoughts:
-I hope I don’t pee myself.
-I wonder what the hills are like.
-Was that the start gun?

Race thoughts:
-Whoa, these are some nice a** rich people houses out here.
-Does this count as a big hill? Do they get bigger? How many more are there?
-What mile am I even at?
-3k? I’ve only gone 3k?!!
-THAT was only halfway?!! F*ck.
-What pace am I even running? This isn’t even tempo.
-Hey, remember those 100 milers? GET UP THIS HILL.
-Hey, remember Harlem Hill, Cat Hill, Mt. Beacon hill repeats? GET UP THIS HILL.
-Stay calm. Stay relaxed. Calm. Relax. Calm. Relax. CALMRELAXCALMRELAXCALMRELAX
-7k?! Math. MATH. How much is left?
-Hello hill at 9k. I see you. I’ve carried 25 lbs on my back, up mountains. I SEE YOU HILL.

Finish line thoughts:
-That didn’t suck. (55:18)

Post finish thoughts:
-Where are the bagels?
-I wonder if there are any races next weekend…